Wasn't Part of the Plan

In the present day an era it was particularly hard to find a person or people one could actually call a friend. With the generation wannabe cold blooded hormonal teenagers wanting true honest relationships but never wanting to put the efforts into being an actual friend themselves. It was almost laughable.

That was the thing with the human mind and its greed; never giving anything but wanting the whole world in return. But they were rarest occasions where things that could only ever be seen once in a gorgeous sapphire blue moon, were real people wanting to put in that work an effort into being a friend and loving you for everything that you are or seemed to be and wanting to grow old with you.

It was an unexplainable thing to have such a person; its rarity was well known by Gianna Emerson after all she'd had her own far share of brittle relationships right from a tender age and going further friends that never stuck by you. It was more accurate to say she had never really had real friends in her past.

But, come spring two years ago she had met Becky Waters and for the first time she could actually call someone her best friend. It was light the light at the end of a dark dreary tunnel or rain after years of famine; a miracle she had never hoped would be hers.

Now, what would do you on receiving an SOS call from your only ever best friend, your other half, the person you're supposed to grow old and die with matching be-jeweled grave stones; worse case she's balling her eyes out over the phone. The answer was simple for Gianna: you grab a shovel and a body bag and cycle all the way to your best friend's house by 9pm, you also needed to well versed in the art of burying a human corpse prior of course, luckily she had read up on that months ago.

It was important to understand the assignment. She had somehow successfully secured the shovel to her bike and the body bag had been folded perfectly and tied tightly to her seat before she took off in the night. The street lights illuminated the dark streets making every cranny visible and after taking a turn down a familiar path, she pulled up at her house, parking her bike by the fence.

She quietly jumped over it, with much skill. She had been jumping fences for two years now, it would have been weird if she hadn't have gotten used to it at some point. Soon she was climbing up to her window obviously avoiding the front door. The large glass windows were already open so it was much more easy to climb in; pulling herself with the upper body strength she had developed with consistent visits to the gym and morning press ups in her room before going to school.

She was immediately greeted by the bright pastel pink walls with tiny lights hanging over each corner of the room; pictures holding various fond memories were plastered on the wall, the one adjacent to it holding a life sized picture of Harry styles wearing a rainbow colored suit; more girly aesthetics on another wall and just above her large princess bed was her name 'Becky' designed with lights.

On many occasions she had observed that the room itself resembled the owner, and secretly she had envied it, wishing she could have something like that for herself too; not the pink though, but being able to make the room hers. She shook the thoughts out of her mind; forget the room, she was there for a reason.

Atop the large princess bed was a lump beneath the thick duvet. She moved closer to it hearing soft sobs that immediately broke her heart and reinforced the rage with in her.

"Bee?" She called softly, sitting at the edge of the bed that had immediately sunken in. Her bed had always been extremely soft, she had wondered how she had never gotten joint pains from sleeping on it. It sucked you in forcing you to lay in a very uncomfortable position all through the night.

She had preferred harder bed herself, loving the stability it gave. The lump suddenly moved swiftly. She pulled the covers and was jumping onto Gianna with enough force causing them to topple over and land on the carpet floors beneath them.

Becky sobbed out, louder now that her friend was here, holding her in a bear tight grip despite her slender arms. Gianna, initially startled, patted gently on her bouncy strawberry blonde hair.

"It's okay Bee, I'm here."

"Gianna..."

"Yeah?"

Becky sniffled rubbing her tears on her black shirt then looked up to her. Her baby blue orbs glistened despite the tears, the rim of her eyes was puffy and red from crying. The whole site tugged on Gianna's heart tighter.

"What happened? Who do I need to bury? I got a shovel and a body bag ready for them."

"Be serious Gianna, I'm not in the mood for joking." She pouted her lips, slowing pulling away from the hug to rub on her puffy eyes.

"Do I look like I'm joking? If you want to see the shovel just look outside your window, I'm dead serious."

She gestured towards the window she had used to crawl in. Becky said nothing, not doubting the seriousness in her tone. She didn't need to see the shovel to know that it was really there. She slowly stood up from the floor and plopped herself on the edge of the bed sighing very dramatically as she blew her nose on a tissue she had been holding. Gianna sighed slowly rising from the floor to sit right beside her.

"Alright, forget the shovel. What happened? Tell me."

"It was Ray."

"Who?" the name ringed a bell somehow, but she couldn't place her finger on it.

"Raynold Price. The guy I've been dating for two months now." She folded her arms below her chest frowning.

"Ooh... that Ray. You mean that ass that keeps treating you like trash despite how much you like him?" Yeah she knew who Ray was.

One day Becky had shown up blushing like a bright red tomato, gushing about her new boyfriend Raynold Price, whom she hadn't even known her best friend was practically in love with. Initially she was skeptical about the guy from his rep in school but she wanted to be the supportive best friend and she had never seen Becky smile so brightly in a long time.

He was a terrible boyfriend: standing her up on dates, giving countless excuses for not picking her up for school, not showing up for her birthday last month and cancelling on more than enough planned dates. Before long she had already concluded that Raynold price was a complete and utter douche bag, the king of douche bags even; she never understood what Becky saw in him, her friend deserved way better.

"What did he do this time?" he was always doing something to hurt her and her patience was already running thin at that point.

"He broke up with me" more tears spilled from her eyes

"What! Why?!"

"He sent a text saying I wasn't his type anymore then blocked me."

"That son of a bitch..."

"He didn't even have the courage to say it to my face. I feel so stupid. I can't believe I ever liked a guy like that," she broke down into more tears curling into a ball.

Gianna held unto her, patting her back again. Raynold fucking price, the asshole for some reason had thought he had the right to break up with Becky via text and his reason was even more insane than his attitude. She knew it as well as most of the student body population at Gregory high that Becky was hot; if she wasn't his type then he was either gay or he was fucking someone else.

Her blood boiled just thinking about the fact he had played with Becky like she was nothing , sweet Becky that wouldn't even harm a fly. Maybe because he thought she was just too sweet that he felt it would have been okay, that he would have successfully gotten away with it.

"Fuck that asshole Bee, he isn't worth it."

"I know, it just hurts so bad. I mean I tried to be the perfect girlfriend, I didn't ask for much, I didn't nag too much even when I was well in the right to affront his hairy ass," she blew on her tissue aggressively and sniffled again,

"Worse part is I gave him so much of myself thinking maybe he'd finally treat me like a person. Maybe I'm just not pretty enough."

"No way, don't do that. Don't feel sorry for yourself. He's the ass for using you and treating you like trash, you did nothing wrong don't you ever feel like you did, okay?"

Becky sobbed some more resting her head on Gianna's thigh, occasionally wiping her leaking nose and her wet eyes on her shorts. Gianna consoled her unbothered by it; patting on her back with a slow rhythm till the weeping girl finally fell asleep

The next day was regrettably a Monday, one of the most hated days of the week despised by everyone except animals and babies and other creature that had nothing like work or school to attend very early in the morning, creature like that she was most envious of.

Worse part of it all she was sleep deprived; oh, what she wouldn't give to be a toddler again. She had stayed up till 3am till Becky had finally dozed off. She herself had also slept off but then woken by 5am and cycled back home to prepare for school and to make sure her brother were also on time for their own school too.

Groaning from immense fatigue she slammed her locker shut turning to a more chirper looking Becky, with a wide smile plastered on her lips. Her skin looked less pale with more warm colors. It was almost impossible to believe she was the same person.

"Good morning." She suddenly began assessing Gianna. Her deep sunken eyes with dark circles beneath them, her pale looking skin and the bad hair day she had tried to pass as a messy bun sitting on top her head.

"Wow, you look like shit." She looked at her dully as she pointed out the obvious. She looked even shittier than normal with even less effort into her dressing, not like she care anyway; she had been taunted by Leslie and her bitchy Barbie clique more than enough times to even bother with it again.

"At least one of us looks good this morning."

"You could look as good as I do if you'd finally allow me to do something about that train wreck of a wardrobe you have. And maybe also touch up your hair too, some skin care also. You know what just give yourself to me."

"I give my entire existence to you Becky Waters." She joked smirking as they began heading to the first class on their time table, geometry.

"Stop joking Gianna, I'm serious." She frowned hating the fact that her friend teased her endlessly.

"No way, you're just too easy" she laughed out.

Becky grumbled saying nothing, but as Gianna's contagious laughter continued she couldn't help the grin it forced from her lips, especially with Gianna playfully jabbing her side with her elbow. Soon she broke into laughter, she giggled beside her friend making their way to the end of the hall way and taking a turn to the left. As soon as they turn her laughter seizes, replaced with a shocked face and then a frown.

Gianna immediately noticed her sudden change in mood and looked at her, noticing her eyes transfixed on something ahead; so she looked. Few feet away from them just by a few lockers, Raynold fucking Price stood there.

The obnoxious grin plastered on his face as he chatted away happily with a red head girl in a lower class infuriated the hell out of Gianna. The freaking Audacity!

"I'm going to break his nose and swipe that grin off his face" she took a step forward charging towards the asshole, but Becky intercepted standing in front of her.

"No! You can't just walk up to him and punch him in the face.

"Oh, really? It's pretty easy, let me show you." She dodged her friend walking to him again, but Becky held onto her arm pulling her back.

"Gianna no!" She tugged and pulled to set herself free, but the strawberry blonde was persisted. Frustrated, she turned to her.

"Damn it Bee, why won't you let me sucker-punch that ass hole. He didn't even wait a week and he's already flirty with some girl."

"And let you cause a scene and embarrass yourself, no freaking way, just calm down." She tugged again as she watched the ass walk away with the red haired girl till they turned at a corner and they were out of her sight. She groaned taking a deep breath to calm her rage. Seeing that most of her anger had been quelled Becky slowly released her sighing in relief.

"I could have really done something to that pretty face of his"

"I know. Let's go to class before we're late" She groaned but followed her reluctantly to Geometry class.